Worst Part of the Day - It's close to lunchtime and Wes is way overtired. I'm done with the grocery shopping and have about two minutes before total baby breakdown. So I find the fastest check out lane. Then I realize that the person ahead of me is going to open a Target Card. Okay. THEN I realize that the cashier is brand new and has NO idea what she is doing. The minutes tick by and the boyz become more and more volatile (they are strapped in - thank GOD!) By the end all three of us about lose it (who in the HELL designed those double-kid strap in grocery carts? Certainly not someone with actual children. They can kick in the collapsible part from where they sit making a really loud WHAM sound.) Tomorrow begins the one week countdown until preschool starts - then mama can zen out at the grocery store instead of treating it like a battlefield where I'm mostly worried about friendly fire.
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